In a noisey bar in South Baltimore on the evening of 12-7-06, a very seasoned dive team gathered to share food, short stories, and long laughs.
A full ration of aged, dark, rum was distributed, for splicing the main brace.
As I toasted my Dad, I included those who are still standing watch from on that day 65 years ago.
After I said my piece the only sound to be heard was that of glasses touching and being raised high.
My Dad served on the USS. Indiana in all of it's engagements in the South Pacific.
coping with the season
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Photographic Mercenary
, Dec 05 2006 08:46 PM
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Posted 08 December 2006 - 10:29 PM
Norman J. McCullough
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Crisis Management,
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